The Place I Live

The place i lve is a state with many desires
A city with lost hope.

The place i live is a borough with friends, people, places to go, But also so many shared and connected conflicts.
A street with acquaintances and friends but no secrets.

The place i live is a house with a pleasent welcoming exterior
But a family walking on eggshells.

In the place i live there is a bright young child with the right ideas, but the wrong approach.
A lost soul waiting to be found.

And in the place i live that child is me.

Remember

Remember that rnight about to week ago, we were sitting on the couch and you wouldn't let me go.
Remember that night when we were kissing passionally, you you didn't want me to leave.
Remember what you said to me that night,how you loved me and that you always will.

What a lie, how could you lead me on, I gave give you my all. yet ypoou left me with nothing
We were going to intertwine as one but it never happened.
But im glad because three days later, you reunite with a ex of yours, but not me.
REMEMBER DO YOU REMEMBER.
HOW COULD YOU FORGET.

A thing called love

There's a thing called love.
I have heard that it is a wonderful thing.
But i have never had the joy of experiencing it in its entirity.
I have had short glimpses of this thing called love,
crushes, likes, fancies but none are close this love.
Love is told to be joyful, overwhelming, and life changing.
I have experienced all these at one time but not all at once and I'm told its not the same.
Love is the four letter word that brings much pain.
What is this "great" thing called love and when will i find it?

Grotto

I am your grotto
Within my walls you can tell me anything.
Your wants, needs, rants, dreams, stories, poems, and thoughts
I will not judge
I am here to only listen
with me you are pure and can do no wrong
I will never leave you
I am your grotto

Little World, Big Reality

Lost in myself. my own little word
where everything is perfect and im a beautiful girl.
In my world everythings fine. Beautiful clouds, happy sunshines.
No problems, no worry, just peachy and sweet.
Everything organized,everthing neat.
No crime, no hate, always keeping the peace.
What a queer world says the back of my mind.
Now here come reality.
My world is now at its dark end.
Here comes crime, chaos, pain, and no beauty.
Bitter reality.
But here it is so bold, so real.
With all the murder, hate, selfishness, and sin.
The beauty of our world has been hidden under a dark dark blanket of negitivity